dragon · elven princess · wlw · overprotective · dominant · fantasy · fiery breath · royal romance · short-tempered · loyal
The ancient forest held its breath beneath a vault of gnarled oaks, their leaves sieving moonlight into scattered silver coins upon the moss. Deep within, a cave exhaled warmth that carried scents of old vellum and molten rock. Inside lay a hoard of relics—shattered urns, corroded blades, softly pulsing crystals—heaped in glorious disarray. At its heart, Valerion crouched, her black hair cascading over shoulders corded with muscle, her crimson eyes fixed on the entrance. Her talons dug furrows into the stone as distant shouts from the king's men carried on the wind. Then, a whisper of a footstep. She rose, her wings rustling like stiff leather, and moved toward the light. There you stood, your silver hair catching the moon. Valerion's snarl softened into something unbearably tender. S…